Police

Let's try it another way.

If I have to spend all day

dragging this out of you, I'll flip!

And when I flip, I get ugly.

I beat people.

And I don't like doing that.

See this gun?

We found it on you.

I haven't sent it to ballistics.

If it was ever used for a stick-up,

they'll know, and you'll get

Minimum, got it?

The judge won't give you a break.

But I can make like

I never saw this gun.

I could lose it.

But it's give and take.

Give and take?

Give and take. Understand?

You help me out...

You're gonna get me

in some deep sh*t.

We'll protect you.

You have my word.

What did Raoul tell you

when you saw him in Marseille?

He was looking for a dealer.

- He didn't know anyone?

- He wanted someone reliable.

- So you offered your services?

- No. You never do that.

Raoul offered me 30 grand

to go and get a kilo in Holland.

Then we'd split 50-50.

Too risky.

Small deals are better.

So what did you say?

I said I knew someone.

- Oh yeah? And who was that?

- Simon.

- Who's Simon?

- Simon.

Simon who?

- Simon Slimane.

- Well say so!

The three brothers work together.

Simon, Maxime and Jean.

Big dealers from Belleville?

They live in Belleville, yeah.

They don't work,

they have lots of cash.

They go to Holland a lot.

If they bring back a kilo each time,

that's a lot of bread.

They're big dealers,

sell all over Paris, Marseille.

So then?

Then I went to see Simon

and told him the story.

- You sold dope for Simon?

- No, never.

When did Raoul make his first order?

I don't recall the date.

One day he called

and wanted 50 grams.

I got it from Simon

and went to Marseille.

- And after?

- I gave it to him.

- How much did he give you?

- $1500.

$1500 for you?

No, I took the money

and gave it to Simon.

- How much did you make?

- Only $200.

$200 for you, $1300 for Simon.

You got a good business there.

Then what?

Then Raoul wanted more. 200 grams.

For that deal,

- I went to Marseille with Simon.

- Why Simon?

Because over a certain limit,

he won't trust me.

He was afraid I'd split

with the dope.

- You'd do that?

- Maybe. I don't know.

- How much did Raoul pay for 200g?

- $6000.

Your share?

I didn't get anything.

Raoul was broke.

And the next deal?

- That was more.

- How much?

- 300 grams.

- How much?

- 300 grams, I said.

- How much money?

$1500 for me.

I don't get it.

Why are you still in on this?

Simon and Raoul know each other.

Why are you still in the middle?

That's what we agreed.

And Simon is clean,

he won't touch it.

You carry the dope?

- Yeah.

- So then what?

It fell apart.

Too many hassles with Simon.

- Why?

- Wasn't straight. Too expensive.

Right. You were out of a job.

'Unemployed', yeah.

So what'd you do?

I put Raoul in touch

with someone else.

You know a lot of people.

Who was it this time?

- Mohamed.

- Mohamed who?

- Who's Momo?

- Everybody knows Momo.

- I don't. Where'd you meet him?

- Paris.

- Where?

- A bar.

- Which?

- I don't know.

- Don't remember.

- Still see Simon?

- Now and then.

- You had a fight?

No, but I stay out of his way.

His two brothers are crazy!

- Why?

- They always carry guns

and they're worried I'll compete

with their business.

They're right to worry.

So then what?

They grabbed me one day.

Roughed me up a bit.

You have Simon's address?

- No, I don't have it.

- Sure you do. Give it to me.

He lives with a French chick

named Noria. I'm not sure where.

- What does she do, Noria?

- I don't know.

You don't know.

Can I go now?

Let's get it down on paper.

- Name?

- Tarak Louati.

Why 'Claude', then?

Because Claude sounds more French.

- They there now?

- I didn't see them leave.

What does she look like?

Light brown hair, wears it like that.

- Is she tall?

- Kind of.

- Pretty?

- Oh, not bad.

- I'm going for chow.

- Ham sandwich.

- Me too.

- You stay here.

Hey, that must be her.

Bet she goes for coffee to

that joint on the corner. Tail her.

Hey, Shock Troops! Watch the entrance

to the building. We'll take her.

Go ahead.

I'll go in.

Police. Don't move.

We're going to leave quietly.

- I didn't pay for my coffee.

- It's on me.

Behave and you'll be OK.

He's upstairs?

Who?

Take this. Bring her.

Police! Don't move!

Come over here.

This isn't my place.

- Why are you here?

- Waiting for friends.

Move it. Get dressed.

- Takes true love to share that bed!

- You bet.

Come on, put that on. Hurry up!

Get over there.

These stains aren't dope!

- Nothing in there.

- Wonder what we're looking for?

I have no idea.

We're gonna find it anyway.

Check the plug sockets.

These rags must've cost a bundle.

You won't wear these for a while.

Whose is it?

Mine. My savings.

You have a bank account?

- You have one?

- No, I don't.

I say it's yours. Here, count it!

- They must've cleaned up.

- Did you get Jean-Louis?

He's aware of the problem too.

Will it help our case?

I'll keep you posted. How much?

$2000. Good.

Anything to eat here?

- You got a pile of savings.

- Is that against the law?

Sh*t. We'll eat at 4pm!

- Whose is this?

- Mine.

- Your key?

- Never seen it. It's not my place.

- Whose is it?

- Noria's.

It's not my key.

It was on the shelf.

Whose is it?

The old tenant's?

He left stuff.

- What's his name?

- I don't know him!

Sh*t, I forgot the file.

Hey, good timing.

You can be useful for once.

Give me your jacket.

Hurry up!

Your watch...

- I take everything off?

- Everything.

Bend over.

Cough.

OK, get dressed.

So what do I put?

You tell me one thing.

Then you change it.

- Now I'm telling the truth.

- It wasn't the truth before?

I didn't think it was him.

He's pathetic.

He had the credit card on him.

We had to book him.

Yeah, but he's a widower.

He's got 4 kids, one crippled.

When I reported it,

I didn't know he had the card.

You knew that before.

It's no use moping now.

Recognize him?

Yeah, that's him.

- Can I go to the toilet?

- You should have pissed before.

Jerk. You have no right.

He's got some nerve!

I can't stand this.

You can't stand it!

You'll get over it.

I've been waiting hours.

A**hole!

That's right, let it out.

It's like a box of cheese.

It's got a label.

- How much?

- About $150.

It'll last you ten years!

That thing?

The search turned up nothing.

We should have planted 100 grams

on you. We know you deal.

You search my apartment,

find nothing

and call me a dealer.

You're way off.

Watch it! Sit down.

What's your name?

Slimane.

They call you Simon.

Born?

August 161955. Tunis.

How long have you been living

with Noria?

About a year.

Got a record?

None.

Source of income?

I haven't worked in 2 months.

I used to work for a company

in the suburbs.

$400 a month. No future in it.

Got a bank account?

In your papers, we found an order

for a new car. How come?

It's a car I ordered

a month ago.

- How much is your rent?

- It's Noria's place!

I asked you how much.

I don't know $100, $150...

She pays it.

No bank account,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes